Sleepy nation wakes the dawning,
Spies
the bunting on each ledge,
Something
special stirs the scent of
Incense
wafting in the breeze.
Quick
to dress in finery
To
suit such glorious occasion,
Chins
held high and chests puffed full
In
maximum anticipation.
Four
white horses lead the carriage
Fully
draped in ceremony
As
the trumpets sound the herald
Echoing
glad tidings all.
Out
she steps to breathless watchers,
Daintily
her footfall glides,
Steadfastly
her regal father
Leads
his angel down the aisle.
Now
she stands before the altar,
Nations
watching, filled with pride,
And
her young prince stands beside her
Proud
to wed his princess bride.
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